I stayed in CT for a few days after my visit to Morocco, so I could have Thanksgiving with the nuclear family. Alas, I had problems with my camera battery so I don't have pictures of the snow on Thanksgiving morning, or of Mark and Scott playing Mark's fancy guitars. But Terry did send me some pictures...
Like son like father:
... in more ways than one. Farmer Scott had brought along
a sampling of his crop of winter squash, including
some blue(!) pumpkins (Queensland Blue, if I recall).
And the guys modeling a Moroccan man's outfit I brought back with me:
|Sticky Moroccan||Sultan's Pumpkin|
And then there were these:
|Good kids||Bad kids|